magickpie

angel echoes|

2011-09-19T23:12:00.001+05:30

sometimes you find inspiration in the strangest places.

this one's new.

everything ecstatic. rounds. pause.dialogue.there is love in you.

http://www.fourtet.net/

beautiful people

2011-09-09T03:08:00.001+05:30

prey

messy

boats and birds

i'm only sleeping

strangers in the night

hey jude

love actually.

twinkle eye

stop staring

sailor

who's that girl

rivendell

speeding cars

sparkly surprise

wasted hours

transient

purpose|

2011-08-30T14:32:00.002+05:30

how would we know?

2011-08-12T02:54:00.000+05:30

walk away|

2011-05-17T16:12:00.000+05:30

watchin' you fall

i can see you crawl

i can only stand aside

only for your pride

seasons will change

tomorrow's not the same

don't play the blame-game

just turn the page

the lights depart

dont let it scourge your heart

silver and gold

are things you cant unfold

And im only standing there

i can only care

the closer i walk

the bomb goes tik-tok

i cannot destroy

i will not ploy

il watch you fall

you take the call~

footface|

2011-05-17T16:05:00.000+05:30

|photoshop at its best|

print me pretty| nostalgic photo-shop|

2011-05-17T15:51:00.001+05:30

life is a movie~

2011-04-26T17:49:00.000+05:30

i know this is a bit too long.. but please take the time to read it.. believe me! it's worth it...its only time after all!! ;)

We Finished the day in Hammond, Wisconsin, flying a few Monday passengers, then we walked to town for dinner, and started back.
"Don I will grant you that this life can be interesting or dull or whatever we choose to make it. But even in my brilliant times I have never been able to figure out why we're here in the first place. Tell me something about that.
We passed the hardware store (closed) and the movie theater (open: Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid), and in stead of answering he stopped turned back on the sidewalk.
"You have money, don't you?"
"Lots. What's the matter?"
"Let's see the show," he said. "You buy ?"
"I don't know, Don. You go ahead. I'll get back to the airplanes. Don't like to leave 'em alone too long." What was suddenly so important about a motion picture?
"The planes are OK. Let's go to the show."
"It's already started."
"So we come in late."
He was already buying his ticket. I followed him into the dark and we sat down near the back of the theater. There might have been fifty people around us in the gloom.
I forgot why we came, after a while, and got caught up in the story, which I've always thought is a classic movie, anyway; this would be my third time seeing Sundance. The time in the theater spiraled and stretched the way it does in a good film, and I watched awhile for technical reasons. . . how each scene was designed and fit to the next, why this scene now and not later on. I tried to look at it that way but got spun up in the story and forgot.
About the part where Butch and Sundance are surrounded by the entire Bolivian army, almost at the end, Shimoda touched my shoulder. I leaned toward him, watching the movie, wishing he could have kept whatever he was going to say till after it was over.
"Richard ?"
"Yeah."
"Why are you here?"
"It's a good movie, Don. Sh" Butch and Sundance, blood all over them, were talking about why they ought to go Australia. Why is it good?" he said.
"Why is it good?" he said.
"It's fun. Sh. I'll tell you later."
"Snap out of it. Wake up. It's all illusions"
I was irked. "Donald, there's just a few minutes more and then we can talk all you want. But let me watch the movie, OK?"
He whispered intensely, dramatically. "Richard why are you here?"
"Look, I'm here because you asked me to come in here!" I turned back and tried to watch the end.
"You didn't have to come, you could have said no thank you."
"I LIKE THE MOVIE . . ." A man in front turned to look at me for a second. "I like the movie, Don; is there anything wrong with that?"
"Nothing at all," he said, and he didn't say another word till it was over and we were walking again past the used-tractor lot and out into the dark toward the field and the airplanes. It would be raining, before long.
I thought about his odd behavior in the theater. "You do everything for a reason, Don?"
"Sometimes."
"Why the movie? Why did you all of a sudden want to see Sundance ?"
"You asked a question. "
"Yes. Do you have an answer?"
"That is my answer. We went to the movie because you asked a question. The movie was the answer to your question."
He was laughing at me, I knew it.
"What was my question ?"
There was a long pained silence. "Your question, Richard, was that even in your brilliant times you have never been able to figure out why we are here."
I remembered. "And the movie was my answer. "
"Yes "
"Oh "
"You don't understand," he said.
"No "
"That was a good movie," he said, "but the world's best movie is still an illusion, is it not? The pictures' aren't even moving; they only appear to move. Changing light that seems to move across a flat screen set up in the dark?"
"Well, yes." I was beginning to understand.
"The other people, any people anywhere who go to any movie show, why are they there, when it is only illusions?"
"Well, it's entertainment," I said.
"Fun. That's right. One."
"Could be educational."
"Good. It is always that. Learning Two."
"Fantasy, escape."
"That's fun, too. One. "
"Technical reasons. To see how a film is made."
"Learning. Two. "
"Escape from boredom . . ."
"Escape. You said that."
"Social. To be with friends," I said.
"Reason for going, but not for seeing the film. That's fun, anyway. One."
Whatever I came up with fit his two fingers; people see films for fun or for learning or for both together.
"And a movie is like a lifetime, Don, is that right?"
"Yes."
Then why would anybody choose a bad lifetime, a horror movie ?"
"They not only come to the horror movie for fun, they know it is going to be a horror movie when they walk in," he said.
"But why ? . . ."
"Do you like horror films ?"
"No."
"Do you ever see them ?"
"No."
"But some people spend a lot of money and time to see horror or soap-opera problems that to other people are dull and boring? . ." He left the question for me to answer.
"Yes."
"You don't have to see their films and they don't have to see yours. That is called 'freedom.' "
"But why would anybody want to be horrified ? Or bored ?"
"Because they think they deserve it for horrifying somebody else, or they like the excitement of horrification or that boring is the way they think films have to be. Can you believe that lots of people for reasons that are very sound to them enjoy believing that they are helpless in their own films? No you can't."
"No, I can't," I said.
"Until you understand that, you will wonder why some people are unhappy. They are unhappy because they have chosen to be unhappy, and, Richard, that is all right!"
"Hm."
"We are game-playing, fun-having creatures, we are the otters of the universe. We cannot die, we cannot hurt ourselves any more than illusions on the screen can be hurt. But we can believe we're hurt, in whatever agonizing detail we want. We can believe we're victims, killed and killing, shuddered around by good luck and bad luck."
"Many lifetimes?" I asked.
"How many movies have you seen?"
"Oh "
"Films about living on this planet, about living on other planets; anything that's got space and time is all movie and all illusion," he said. "But for a while we can learn a huge amount and have a lot of fun with our illusions, can we not?"
"How far do you take this movie thing, Don?"
"How far do you want ? You saw the film tonight partly because I wanted to see it. Lots of people choose lifetimes because they enjoy doing things together. The actors in the film tonight have played together in other films before or after depends on which film you've seen first' or you can see them at the same time on different screens. We buy tickets to these films, paying admission by agreeing to believe in the reality of space and the reality of time. . . Neither one is true, but anyone who doesn't want to pay that price cannot appear on this planet, or in any space-time system at all."
"Are there some people who don't have any lifetimes at all in space-time ?"
"Are there some people who never go movies ?"
"I see. They get their learning in different ways ?"
"Right you are," he said, pleased with me. "Space-time is a fairly primitive school. But a lot of people stay with the illusion even if it is boring, and they don't want the lights turned on early."
"Who writes these movies, Don ?"
"Isn't it strange how much we know if only we ask ourselves instead of somebody else? Who writes these movies, Richard ?"
"We do," I said.
"Who acts ?"
"Us "
"Who's the cameraman, the projectionist, the theater manager, the ticket-taker, the distributor, and who watches them all happen? Who is free to walk out in the middle, any time, change the plot whenever, who is free to see the same film over and over again?"
"Let me guess," I said. "Anybody who wants to?"
"Is that enough freedom for you ?" he said.
"And is that why movies are so popular? That we instinctively know they are a parallel of our own lifetimes?"
"Maybe so... maybe not. Doesn't matter much, does it? What's the projector?"
"Mind," I said. "No. Imagination. It's our imagination, no matter what you say."
"What's the film?" he asked.
"Got me."
"Whatever we give our consent to put into our imagination?"
"Maybe so, Don."
"You can hold a reel of film in your hands," he said, "and it's all finished and complete - beginning, middle, end are all there that same second, the same millionths of a second. The film exists beyond the time that it records, and if you know what the movie is, you know generally what's going to happen before you walk into the theater: there's going to be battles and excitement, winners and losers, romance, disaster; you know that's all going to be there. But in order to get caught up and swept away in it, in order to enjoy it to its most, you have to put it in a projector and let it go through the lens minute by minute.. . any illusion requires space and time to be experienced. So you pay your nickel and you get your ticket and you settle down an forget what's going on outside the theater an the movie begins for you."
"And nobody's really hurt? That's just tomato-sauce blood?"
"No, it's blood all right," he said. "But it might as well be tomato sauce for the effect it has on our real life . . ."
"And reality?"
"Reality is divinely indifferent, Richard. A mother doesn't care what part her child plays in his games; one day bad-guy, next day good-guy. The Is doesn't even know about our illusions and games. It only knows Itself, and us in its likeness, perfect and finished."
"I'm not sure I want to be perfect and finished. Talk about boredom."
"Look at the sky," he said, and it was such a quick subject-change that I looked at the sky. There was some broken cirrus, way up high, the first bit of moonlight silvering the edges.
"Pretty sky," I said.
"It is a perfect sky?"
"Well, it's always a perfect sky, Don."
"Are you telling me that even though it's changing every second, the sky is always a perfect sky?"
"Gee, I'm smart. Yes ?"
"And the sea is always a perfect sea, and it's always changing, too," he said "If perfection is stagnation, then heaven is a swamp! And the Is ain't hardly no swamp-cookie."
"Isn't hardly no swamp-cookie," I corrected, absently. "Perfect, and all the time changing. Yeah. I'll buy that."
"You bought it a long time ago, if you insist on time. "
I turned to him as we walked. "Doesn't it get boring for you, Don, staying on just this one dimension ?"
"Oh. Am I staying on just this one dimension ?" he said. "Are you ?"
"Why is it that everything I say is wrong?"
"Is everything you say wrong ?" he said.
"I think I'm in the wrong business."
"You think maybe real estate?" he said.
"Real estate or insurance. "
"There's a future in real estate, if you want one. "
"OK, I'm sorry " I said "I don't want a future. Or a past. I'd just as soon become a nice old Master of the World of Illusion. Looks like maybe in another week ?"
"Well, Richard, I hope not that long!" I looked at him carefully, but he wasn't smiling.

-richard bach.illusions.

courtesy: bombay bicycle club album art

the illusion.

2011-04-20T17:54:00.000+05:30

time stands still. the air is shallow.

is what you see,what you get?

are you brave enough?

will you stand the fight.

the vision runs deep

there are only so many to keep

do you question your existence?

do you mock the resistance?

moments blur by

history runs dry

the illusion sinks in

are you going to take the leap?

or will you jump in?

pure intension.

2011-03-15T17:37:00.000+05:30

pure intension's

fruits of love

conversations of existence

so far from above.

straight faces.looking mazes.

glass cakes and meandering fakes.

depth of emotion

a close human conception

breath of a flower

devoid of power

mysteries run deep

they're not to keep

city slick blues

too many hues

color me happy

conspire the theraphy

fill gold from molten mines

storms creeping up vineyard vines

the keys of ascension

to another dimension

poise of a master

not to gather disaster

knowledge of another kind

is really hard to find.

dream scapes.loose capes.

waking windows.dim lit shadows.

stop to a hault.

don't open the vault.

treasure lies beneath.

walk in my feet.

courtesy:wgsn

the hindu times.

2011-03-15T17:14:00.008+05:30

I get up when I'm down

I can't swim but my soul won't drown

I do believe I've got flare

I got speed and I walk on air

Cos god give me a soul

In your rock n' roll band

I can get so high I just can't feel it

In and out my brain

Running through my veins

Cos you're my sunshine

You're my rain

I can get so high I just can't feel it

Photographs by | ANEEV RAO
Model | EVA ABRAHAMOVA
styled by | JILL D'SOUZA

fLaSH!

2010-11-25T14:49:00.001+05:30

pinnk light. Blurred vision.friends.and intoxicants. =P

guitar.

2010-11-09T17:14:00.000+05:30

guitar

mehrz

gilu & rad

strings

jil

arro

And at the end of all things, all you need is soul.

clouds beyond the silver lining..

2010-11-02T14:48:00.001+05:30

I'm speechless. there's not much you can say,when your staring at a sky so vast. a sky filled with pink and yellow light spearing through your idea of cotton candy, diffusing its color all over..
location:: Tosh,Parvati valley, HP.

my favorite restaurant

2010-11-02T14:26:00.000+05:30

time. doesn't exist here. you can sit here for hours. watch the world go by. read a book. or listen to some blissful Tibetan music. the food is mouth-watering. From italian to tibetan to english and spanish cuisines, they've got it all!

-Ogo's,Dharamshala,HP.

my room... how it used to be :P sigh*

2010-09-23T17:17:00.001+05:30

oh, how i miss it!!

the space album

2010-09-14T17:30:00.002+05:30

do you see what i see?

Crowded atmosphere

a new beginning ^^

mortal enchantment

2010-09-07T00:38:00.000+05:30

his simplicity amazes me
the innocence brought back
life's collisions thrown to sea
not packed in a haversack

he loves her deeply
his blood from a distant land
he smiles ever so meekly
beyond the dust accross the sand..

i can't help but fathom
the insight to it all
what's pure in spirit
breathes light to the heart..

he drifts often,in wonder
startled by the trees..
just makes me always ponder
over butterflies and bees

what you give
is what you see
how you live
so shall it be..

in-lakech-ala-kin ~

cosmic disaster in a plateful of moons.

2010-09-06T17:38:00.001+05:30

cosmic disaster in a plateful of moons.

gazing stars upon rune after rune..

she holds the torch

the torch between the light..

say,how about that adventurous plight?

asteroid belts in collision.

speeding belts of division...

he who knows nothing.

nothing of the sun..

how,how did u come undone?

travel through time abide.

space confines all in stride..

they do not see

see who they are to be..

when will we be free?

mikly way summaries

jupiter curries

she who loves the flowers

flowers of a different garden..

how will she be saved. that maiden?

super star arcades

galaxy esacapades

he sits up on the tree

the tree of goodwill

will he fall right downhill?

painting of a sunny picture

baffled planets in a swirm of another

they hold the keys

the keys to the portal

how will you hold on, all you mortals?

dream.collide.discover.decode.

watch.learn.drift.float.

sing.believe.smile.its here.

no, there's nothing you can do.

2010-07-13T16:12:00.000+05:30

and then.it stops.it just waits.
silently lashing feasting on the bait.
like scum,and gum and all things numb
it spears your insides with its giant thumb.

what do you want?
do you not have enough to flaunt?
whom do you need?
do you even know how to plant the seed?

it braces you with all its rage
makes you wonder what's on the next page
pours out its soulless pride
makes you want to run and hide

are you even sure?
who says you have the cure?
do you know the difference?
between a white & yellow ostrich?

it capers with your mind
until you know not what to find.
it writhes into your veins
lets you feel its pain.

its not my call,
i didn't predict the fall..
this mighty beast inflicts on us all
its unruly leash..like an enormous quiche!

its amusing. to watch the show.
the tough part is:: just letting go
it will entrap you.cut and stew you.
sway on.you will only loose you.

and.no, there's nothing you can do.

poppyy!!!

2010-06-30T17:14:00.000+05:30

so.. there's this girl at work who reminds me of the 'poppy' flower!! here's why::

beautiful embellished yoke along tith the perfect head gear! simply gorgeous! ^^

Pretty pink print with a contrast combination of green and very well accessorized!

Peachy poppy! with off-white accessories. a perfect blend. :)

divine contradiction.summer's grey invention.

2010-06-18T18:10:00.001+05:30

white light.heaven sent wrath.
his heart.her eyes.
emotionless breath.sweet as death.
divine contradiction.summer's grey invention

lost in the haze of an absurd intervention.
her mind can't swallow,none but a dozen.
anxious fear. a losing tear.
his hands can't hold but another 'dear'

springily shallow.ripen the meadows.
flow through the shadows.
there's no tomorrow.

her blissful sigh.his over-whelming smile.
wash up to the core.the earths friendly no more.
save up all the rest.yet to pass the test.
blue crushed ice, happy without mice.

this summer's moon.big red balloon.
hollow tree runes. collect them by noon.
a sad fuzzy rabbit.not in tune with the planet.
his dreams.her soul.misinterpreted in a minute.

divine contradiction.
it's only summer's grey invention.~

the flutterby effect

2010-06-02T14:25:00.000+05:30

"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world- the master calls a butterfly"

be free. transform. dance. be merry. laugh. flutter~ for tomorrow you will change:: ;)

arty things~

2010-04-28T17:12:00.000+05:30

rave.

flutterby.

rastafariii.

my rainbow.

eye of the galaxy.

wisdom tree.

dream a little dream.

break my heart.

If you stop.

2010-04-06T15:52:00.000+05:30

sometimes, it all feels okay
other times, you dont know quite where you've landed

when you're sitting here,
and the world moves around you so fast..
all you can really do is move along.
go with the flow....

if you stop,even for a moment
you feel.you breathe.you know.
then, life gets hard.
life gets hard,coz you know its more than just this.

it stuns you. your be-dazzled at the creation of human life
and how the world refuses to believe in anything but themselves.
if you stop, you'll see.
you'll see much more than what its meant to be

sometimes, you think you know what your doing
other times, you float through the sky

if you stop, if you ever stop
you'll fall, you'll fall so hard..
coz you'll face the truth.
the truth, no matter how brutal,is stilll the truth.

do you want to see
how will you ever be
if you stop,
you'll loose the battle
the battle for joy, the battle for love,the battle for survival

stop, u must,coz' you need to see
stop you mustn't,coz' you need to believe.

colorflash.dipsydo's.toyshop.

2010-03-24T16:23:00.001+05:30

Cart-ride at phoenix

Colorflunk goalshisshhess..

Elegantishhh prep...

Winter stripe~

cleanskiiii~

Toyshop

at salem..

2010-03-23T17:53:00.001+05:30

decided to create my own characters.. i'm not quite sure who they are or what they do yet.. i know that they simply exist.. will figure soon.. ;)

corel-paint & photoshop

if i could blink and...

2010-03-18T16:26:00.006+05:30

work they say! Make things!

Create! Post a blog!

Write a song!

If I could blink and make the world stop moving…

It would only be so easy

Mixed up. Messed up.

Ive forgotten how to ‘not’ associate myself with this ‘ugh’ feeling…

As if, reality would cease to exist!

It teases us, only glimpses.. and shadows aren’t enough…

Give me the real thing!

Save me the truth!

Join the forces…

Get me home!

Don’t pretend! Your making a fool of yourself!

Speak with honest wisdom..

Your words are highlighted with fear

Back up! Get to your source…

Write a story..

One to erase your memory..

Oh! Save it for yourself…

You can’t sustain your joy by wishing on someone else…

You can’t embrace your love by hoping in someone else…

Scrap the book.. it won’t last long..

The past they fret to unleash

How long will the bind hold?

Rest your weary eyes, my love…

Tomorrow shall not come too soon..

Savor all the rest…

Yes, the dreams in your head…

If you do not see them come forth

The choice is only yours…

Wake up to the sound of white…

Could you please go fetch me that kite?

Yeah, the one with the lines…

Aren’t they circles entwined?

Aarrghh! If only I could blink

And make the world stop moving

selfless selfishness..

2010-01-14T03:10:00.003+05:30

i wish the wind could carry
all the songs it sings to me..
and that the rain would marry
all the honey bees!

if we only understood
if they only knew, we could
the power lies not within you..
why do i not see it like you do?

she said it holds us all
right to the core...beyond the fall
if i could hold my head up high..
long enough to beat the *sigh*

he claimed it sees right through us
changing our souls, all over the fuss...
what can you declare?
the world yet seems unfair..

beauty,trees and all that grace...
won't tear me away from that face..
it sinks,it melts,it thuds like a drum..
fuming rage all over that bubblegum!

it is simple. very comprehendible.
connect and be liable.
see through it or dont see at all..
please, just dont break my fall..

graphic stuff~

2009-09-15T16:37:00.002+05:30

just thought id make a few prints..hopefully i can manage put 'em on a couple of bags or t-shirts..
that would be nice~
still working on it..

pray they don't fall...

2009-08-24T11:45:00.001+05:30

we feel their pain

and do all we can to keep 'em sane..

the anger and animosity is judged by all..

still,we pray they dont fall..

we've been there,underground

we wish they'd just be found..

the anguish and desire rushes to the surface..

blow it all away with a kiss..

we hope and bleed

and swore they sowed the seed..

what fruit will they reap?

we can see much more beneath..

they fall, we lead

they burn, we breathe

we have wisdom to feed...

they must accept the deed.

we watch them learn

and grow in turn..

still, we pray they dont fall..

silent retreat...

2009-08-19T12:02:00.001+05:30

well, since i live rather close to pondi now, i thought i might as well take a visit. i was just lost and lifted to places a little beyond happiness... for all of you who love art and peace and treesss.. and winding roads..and other heavenly things.. auroville and pondicherry are a must see...:) starbless!

simplicity.color.silence.

the color in this place just takes you to a different time all together

just got carried away wiht the doors and windows!! simply fabulous!

umm..i just had to add this one.i lyk.

love this picture for some strange reason..

more windows....

and doors...

Life is life - whether in a cat, or dog or man. There is no difference
there between a cat or a man. The idea of difference is a human
conception for man's own advantage.

-Sri Aurobindo

the 'sri aurobindo' ashram is ummm..silent. how do i define it?
you just have to see it for yourself...
unfortunately pictures weren't allowed to be taken inside
and around here.

now i know the true meaning of 'being'....

crafty

2009-08-06T17:53:00.000+05:30

with all that, i made these...

i did this with a needle and thread by hand. but i think its pretty cool
and im going to convert somehow into machine embroidery...
hmmmm....

ok.this is a birthday card for my grandmother.

add some clay and trims to an old plastic cup and u have a super-cool pencil holder!
it was fun making this one. believe me! =)

the nightie!

2009-08-06T17:43:00.001+05:30

so. as today is my grandmother's birthday, i decided to buy her a 'nightie'
(long dress you wear to sleep) ....and look what i stumbled upon!
i fell in love with it. ahem. and wore it to work today.
yes. i was laughed at and had to justify myself innumerable times.
i'm still wearing it btw. =) and i dont care what they think! hhhhmmpphhh!
my poor nightie.

couple of shirts i made...

2009-08-06T17:01:00.000+05:30

i checked this out on wgsn in fact..n wondered what it would look like..
so,i made it! not bad eh?
the only discussion is 'how do we put the buttons at the back?!?'

relaxed over-shirts....
they're so comfortable and cozy-your never going to want to take 'em off...
i love the grey one.

this ones an interesting story... just an ordinary blue shirt whiling away its time...
was picked up by one of the workers in the dyeing and washing factory...
he worked and worked all day,all night...till all he had to do was done...
took off the shirt as the home-bell rang and let it lay...just astray..

i walked along the factory path...for new developments to veiw..
lost and crumpled on the distant floor... something got my attention..
i found it! just the shirt i was looking for! perfect. but it can never be made again. :(

well,unless i have to go about asking my factory workers for their clothes! lol...

style-file :P

2009-08-01T15:48:00.001+05:30

'we don't dress according to the weather-rather the mood'

love the glasses nikh's wearin...he struggled to get 'em for months! a friend finally got him a pair from the states. yeah.so. about the striped tees. totally coincidental.nice. rad has a tendancy of wearing cute funny clothes.love 'em none the less. :)

lila-the diva.that was her birthday outfit.chic. nikh n nidhi looked perfect together that night-chimera'08. oooooo. i love that dress.bought it from a market in delhi. was the first time ive ever been to delhi and shopped from a 'market'! was facinating and incredibly cool.

this is fun. workin with seventeen made us feel younger than we were.
it was nice to 'dress-up' thinking that.

'i love clothes. i love my friends. love it even more-when they come together!'

aakk!! my irrational obsession with edward cullen! lol..

2009-08-01T10:44:00.000+05:30

skin as cold as ice
eyes so intense they look through your soul
a face-pale as if dead
yet.the smile of a god.

touch-lights a spark
feel the whiff of a scent so crazy
closer-don't breathe.don't move.

feel the rush flow through your veins
throw yourself into the sky.fall.
keep falling.

a binding grip breaks the fall.
freeze.lay still.
the wind seeps by-sound of crisp autumn leaves
stay still.intense.stare.
breathe.
love.

tibetan dreams....

2009-08-01T09:37:00.000+05:30

tea-plantations...somewhere near dharamshala
was one of our best days...the clouds,sky and trees were in perfect sync.

walking down the street- mcleod ganj
was really nice-we would buy cookies and cake from the only store that was open after 9pm! and walk back to our hotel. it was also really really cold.

dharamshala
we sat here for about half an hour just looking at the landscape. its my favorite picture.
i wanted to run though the fields but then decided otherwise.

norbulinga monastery
i eventually got obsessed with these. and bought a set home which is now hanging about my room. my mom hates them. but she'll have to deal with it i guess. :P

the graveyard- st.john's church
there was a strange satisfying feeling about this place. we felt calm and secure. and wanted to be there for as long as we could.

sudden winds brush against my cheek
it's so simple to be meek

gushing diamonds over rocks
feels like its opened up all of the locks

the frost on my nose
disappears with one glimpse of that rose

hot black tea all through my spine
makes my toes tingle and the mountains mine

the skies like heavens; watching over us
how i wish i could miss that bus

its so inviting this special place
so slow,so calm, such an awesome pace

soft music in the distance
reminds me of another time..
i do not wish to go back to yet- that rhyme

wabi~sabi

2009-07-29T17:49:00.000+05:30

ring the bells that still can ring
forget your perfect offering
there's a crack in everything
that's how the light gets in...

(digital photography with hand-drawings)
moss on manori walls... its beautiful in the rains...

tree-house!

a friend is obsessed with pictures like these...

fishing in goa..

"meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea.
the afternoon glow is brightening the bamboos,
the fountains are bubbling with delight,
the soughing of the pines is heard in our kettle.
let us dream of evanescence,
and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things"

- kakuzo okakura

transcendence....

2009-07-28T17:47:00.000+05:30

i love painting. it takes me to lots of places i'd otherwise not be able to visit.

(oil paint)

"iron.lion.zion-jah" - well ofcourse,the rastafari influences you at some point or the other.

(oil paint)

"gaya" - also known as 'spirit of the earth' i first came across her in about 5th grade,i think.
captain planet- yeah that was it.

(acrylic paint)

"made this for me mum for mother's day..:)" well,she likes orchids,a lot.

(oil paint)

"pain teaches you lots of things, i didn't want to be the one who let you learn"

2009-07-28T10:08:00.000+05:30

An extraordinary guy
Can never have an ordinary day,
He might live a long goodbye
But that is not for me to say
I dig his friends, I dig his shoes
But he is just a child with nothing to lose
But his mind

They are sleeping while they dream
And then they want to be adored
They who don`t say what they mean
Will live and die by their own sword.
I dig their friends, I dig their shoes
But they are like a child with nothing to lose
In their minds, their minds.

But I`ll have my way
In my own time
I`ll have my say
My star will shine

Cos you see me I got my Magick Pie
Think of me yeah that was me I was that passer by
I`ve been and now I`ve gone.

There are but a thousand days preparing for a thousand years
Many minds to educate and people who have disappeared
D`you dig my friends? D`you dig my shoes?
I am like a child with nothing to lose but my mind
My mind

- oasis